For the first time in my life my personal closet is completely empty. No skeletons rattling around to accidentally fall out at inopportune times.
No skeletons at all.
The transition keeps me busy. Before I know it, it’s Christmas. Then New Year’s.
Finally, we can acknowledge Jordan publicly. We can stand flanking him as we talk to people at events, our arms draped around him, keeping him tucked against our side even when he tries to fade into the background as he spent so many years successfully doing.
Nope. Not letting him.
These last few weeks of my tenure, we’re making sure Jordan is featured in as many photo opps with us as we can. I want his presence documented, preserved, so anyone who looks through the records sees him there and knows he was more than “just” a friend or employee.
I need that recognition for him, even if he doesn’t need it. Just like I needed the world to know who Leo was to me.
Mister President is so busy that I ask Leo to give me private nudges when we’re alone in the residence to remind me to take Jordan in hand. With him no longer at my side all the time, I have to make time for him. But at least the emotional energy expenditure is easier on me.
And when I call him down to my study and tell him to lock the door, I no longer care what it looks like, or if anyone hears unusual noises from inside.
Let them listen.
Before I realize it, it’s January 19th and I’m saying farewell to the last group of staffers who aren’t staying on for Ciro’s administration, because tomorrow will be hectic and busy and I don’t want to miss doing this.
Maybe that’s why when late in the afternoon Leo swings by my private study, which is nearly completely packed in preparation for tomorrow’s move, I’m a little confused at first.
He locks the door behind him and leans against it, keeping his voice low. “I’m thinking we come down here after ten tonight. That should give us plenty of time and most of the staff will be gone for the night.”
I look up from the pardon briefing material I’m reading through. I’m signing my last batch of them today and before I do I want to make certain the people I’m pardoning aren’t psychopaths or something.
“Huh?”
“Tonight.” He stares at me.
“Tonight?”
He cocks his head at me and gives methatlook. “The slut. You know. Hisreward,MisterPresident.”
“Oh.Oh!” My cock suddenly hardens and now all I can think about isthat.
Leo smirks. “You forgot.”
“No, I just got distracted.” I lean back in my chair and remove my glasses so I can rub my eyes. I haven’t bothered with my contacts this week. “I guess at some point over the past eight years I finally realized I’m POTUS and it’s hard to believe that in less than twenty-four hours I’mnotgoing to be POTUS anymore.”
“Thank fucking god.”
“When did I let him come last?” Leo’s been helping me keep track of that over the past several weeks.
“Ten days. He should be ready to explode.” He looks entirely all too amused before his smile fades. “Don’t hold back tonight, El. Seriously. Get him in the zone and keep him there. In that way, you know him better than I do. Make it as good for him as you can and do not worry about me. I’ll play along and I won’t call it early. You’ll be in charge.”
That leaves me with mixed emotions. Jordan and I still aren’t comfortable completely dropping into that dynamic in front of him. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” His smile returns. “Maybe you’ll teach me a thing or two.”
“Let me guess, you’re stockpiling ideas?”
Leo shrugs. “I’m not huge on long-term denial. You know that. We spent enough time apart and you hated jerking off alone. I always wanted to make you come when we were together. And you never wanted emotional sadism and sexual humiliation. Not to that degree. Once we’re out of here I might use denial on you two for a couple of days at a time but if you want long-term chastity—or a different, deeper level of mental or sexual sadism or humiliation—you’re going to have to learn to ask me for it. As long as I’m comfortable that you’re not being harmed, I’m willing to try it and find something that works for both of us.”
A little shiver passes through me. Sometimes it’s fun being kept locked up and needy. Not so much when I have a ton of other things going on in life, but once I’m retired?
Yeeeaaaah. Haaawt!“I might take you up on that, Master,” I whisper.
